Larry found me sitting at the kitchen table, pretending to do homework but really just tracing patterns on the wooden surface with my fingertips. He approached me, the scent of alcohol wafting from his breath as he leaned down to kiss my forehead. His hand slid from my shoulder to my neck, and I felt his thumb graze my cheek. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down my spine, and I looked up at him, my heart racing. He paused, his eyes searching mine for any sign of protest, but all he saw was curiosity. That was all the invitation he needed.
He leaned closer, his whispers a seductive promise that filled my ears and sent my thoughts spiraling. His hand drifted down to the hem of my shirt, and...